After speaking, before Murong Xue could react, as if holding a hot soldering iron, he put Murong Xue on the soft couch, then turned around and walked away, Xiahou Mobing's eyes were deep, like an abyss and dark pool, and his lips were tightly tensed. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Xiahou Mobing flashed away like a gust of wind, driving the surrounding silk curtain to ripple back and forth, and the faint laughter of the woman came from behind her, and finally the louder and louder the laughter became, which really achieved the effect of maintaining a good mood.

A month later.

The Royal Garden, this is a colorful world, the center of the Royal Garden, is a half-moon-shaped blue lake, in the lake, there are countless lofts and pavilions rising from the flat water.

The blue sky is blue, the early morning wind carries a little coolness, and there are some white petals floating in the lake, sparkling with the wind.

The center of the lake is a delicate pavilion that rises from the flat water, the blood-colored agate-like glazed red tile is capped, the blue flawless jade is the pillar, the white stone is paved with white as ice, the tables and stools are all fine warm jade, and the lake water is turquoise on all sides, which can only be jumped over by light work.

There are three powerful words on it: Ai Xueting

At noon, the lake and mountains, the light and shadow are mottled, the jade bridge lotus platform, the attic minor, and the two overlapping figures are painted into a perfect landscape figure painting.

"Here's another step." Sexy and dumb boys are as moving as mellow wine, spreading in the air.

Xiahou Mobing wrapped one hand around Murong Xue's waist, pressed her back tightly against his strong and broad chest, rested his chin lightly on her right shoulder, and held a jade pen in the other hand, leaning out of Murong Xue's waist, and carefully sketching something on the white jade desk in front of him.

"Okay, it's done-" Xiahou Mobing stopped the pen in his hand, gently rubbed his chin against Murong Xue's shoulder, looked at the finished scroll on the table with low eyebrows, and his thin red lips hooked up a satisfied arc.

The fiery lips of the young fright bit Murong Xue's round ear lightly, and said with a smile: "Do you like it?" ”

There was a **** in her ears, Murong Xue looked intently at the picture scroll on the desk in front of her, from the pen to the end, clean and neat, but also delicate and exquisite, I have to admit that she is still a little surprised until now, when is Mo so good at painting, why doesn't she know!?

Listening to the words in her ear, Murong Xue nodded very directly:

"Like—"

On the white jade desk in front of them, there was an antique picture scroll unfolded, the ink had not dried, the breeze was blowing, and the wisps of ink fragrance lingered between the two.

On the picture scroll, there is a small courtyard where pear blossoms are flying, and on the swing made of ancient trees and vines, there is a woman in white, with beautiful eyebrows and cool eyes, a pretty nose, and a red lip petal, and a small face that still has a vague lazy taste of not waking up.

The fluttering petals fell on the top of the woman's black hair, the woman pinched the flower vines on both sides with both hands, a pair of delicate embroidered shoes emerged from the bottom of the skirt, hanging in the air, the face was slightly backwards, and the red lips were slightly open, as if she was babbling something.

Behind the woman, there was a handsome man in a blue brocade robe, with a big palm stretched forward, as if it was close to the woman's back, with a doting smile on the corner of his red mouth, and the woman's voice and figure seemed to be reflected in his black eyes.

This is the picture of Xiahou Mobing and Murong Xue in a small courtyard in Anjun, lightly sketched and lifelike.

Hearing Murong Xue's answer, Xiahou Mobing smiled in a low voice with satisfaction, turned his head to glance at the graceful curvature of the woman's side face in front of him, his eyes overflowed with a hint of charming tenderness, and said with a smile: "I like it too." ”

He won't tell Xue'er that when they got married, Su Yanli painted a picture for her and wanted to give it to her, even if Xue'er didn't know, he had to make up for it himself, isn't it just painting, as long as he wants to learn something, he will, and he will do it well!

"How did I not know, you can draw?" Murong Xue opened her mouth in some surprise, staring at the scroll in front of her, rubbing her slender chin with two fingers, shaking her head lightly and smiling, "Tsk, I didn't see that you are still hiding ......."

Xiahou Mobing's thin lips outlined a charming arc, and Murong Xue tilted her head slightly, "However, it seems that there is something missing?" ”

Hearing this, Xiahou Mobing's slender and arrogant eyebrows were raised, and the jade pen in his hand was pinched by Murong Xue in his hand, and the big palm wrapped her hand in Nirvana, and the pen was written, Murong Xue's mind lit up, and he softened his wrist, followed his movements, and wrote on the scroll: The two words Xue Moqi integrate the clear and elegant handwriting of Murong Xue and the vigorous atmosphere of Xiahou Mobing.

Snow ink qi, snow ink dyed, three words, add a touch of charm to this painting, the finishing touch.

Xiahou Mobing raised his big hand, the jade pen flew out, and fell into the lake next to him with a snort, and with the rippling water waves, he blurred circle after circle of ink.

Murong Xue's eyes lit up, what was missing was this, and she turned her head to give Xiahou Mobing a bright smile.

Xiahou Mobing's chin rested lightly on her left shoulder, Murong Xue's head was tilted, and her soft red lips just brushed Xiahou Mobing's fiery lips, and Xiahou Mobing's eyes instantly burst out with charming waves.

Two slender fingers pinched her chin, and kissed her with a low lip, and the dragonfly kissed like water, the movement was very light, and the healthy arm stretched out, turning her over and holding her in his arms.

Murong Xue wrapped her hands around his narrow and strong waist, and the tip of her dexterous tongue poked into his mouth, frolicking unscrupulously.

Xiahou Mobing's eyes sank, the dark heavy pupils slowly became dark red, and the black brocade boots stepped forward and slowly pressed the desk in front of her, but one hand was carefully loosened, wrapping around her waist, so that the stiff desk would not hurt her.

In the flickering of the broken shadow of the lake, the ink hair of the two people was intertwined, regardless of you and me, and in the end, it was Xiahou Mobing who took a deep breath and parted with some difficulty.

This abrasive leprechaun!

After receiving a shallow baptism, Murong Xue's beautiful and fair face was dyed with a charming flush, just like the red sun reflected in the lake, light and suitable, and her cold face revealed a charm.

Murong Xue blinked, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "By the way, Mo, it seems that your birthday will be in ten days, do you want anything?" ”

She really didn't know what to give as a gift.

Xiahou Mobing's eyes slowly moved towards Murong Xue's slightly protruding lower abdomen, the health of the baby in Xue'er's belly was his most precious gift.

Thinking of this, Xiahou Mobing hooked her lips and smiled, her fingertips slowly covered her delicious red lips, rubbing gently, the four-diamond ring between her fingers was still faintly jumping with water, Xiahou Mobing raised her eyebrows and said with a smile:

"After three months, is it possible to have sex?" (To be continued.) )